The years go by:seem to fly, there is not a glow in the sky, rapid time flowing by, and not a trickle of light shining by my side.

As time goes on, I see no one:Time moves slow, it agonizes me, time beguiles me. I’m not known of time, I’m a 3d being. Time is crucial time is key. I can’t seem to control anything around me.

Unable to control certain circumstances:engendering the blood leakage, leads me to fold, plunging towards the ground, As time moves on, the world moves on, but we are not know of what’s the outcome, received exactly nothing.

We are not know of what’s the next move. We are all beguiled, we are not sophisticated, we appear as erudite, deep down inside we are ruptured, we are enveloped in turmoil.

A world so big, not every step can be traced to maneuver through it. A world so prodigious we may never find the next path. Journeying through the world, what a fun experience, walking through the side walks what a lively experience.

Who knows what’s on the other side, impractical we are, not at all pragmatic, not knowing of what’s lurking or crawling out there so beware.

The world that is what it has become of.

There are many leaders, some are perverse, some are deeply beguiled, without actually knowing they are.

How could I embody the characteristic trait of being intrepid of being like a rugged being, of enveloping in heroism.

I am nothing, I am nothing, but a waste, nothing but a waste. Life passes, momentum is not felt, moments are not constructed, to muse it makes me feel excruciating pain,what’s there to ponder so deeply about if there is exactly nothing within my brain.

As stormy days and stormy nights go on.To journey, to take the path down succsess, to be prominent. Although where’s the first step,how can I mange to be something so prosperous, life is to short, in a remaining of short time,how could it be.

So I never talked directly at you. I still think about you… like immensely… like continuously… as you can see women you are the sun, and as the sun does to a plant you cultivate me and form me. You are the fixation that completes me and causes alterations in my whole entire life. You are a transcendence, yet I failed to walk up, directly at you, instead I had backed away, I had backed down, oh how I feel not at all triumph, nor successful.

As you can see women your existence was not just the existence of an ordinary being, but so much more, you see words can no make up for what you are, it is very intricate to form words and be brevity. Although when it directly comes to you, that is a must that I will do, because of you you you… always seem to be at some pace and I can’t seem to erase the existence of you. As time surfaces and moves, and leaves me, I contemplate what differences and changes my life would have been if I could of just approached you will a jubilant manner, a facial expression that is out of the blue, some thing that you would have not knew.

To look at you directly at you, I get the chills not that you’re displaced or constructed as a disproportional being although to leer it’s a gift. Now I am not insisting in labeling my self perverse but as a person I do give you credit in the preserving of your looks. You see if I could go back and time, I would have still been me, which is why me is direful. To be me, to avoid communication, to avoid eye contact, I just ask my self why does it happen.

See going back in time would not make me gain a single dime, I am not the one who is in my prime, as it’s merely viewed I have the face of an unpleasant being, perhaps you would depict me as a monstrosity, who some what has the visage of a unlucky man. Because the man of such unfortunate journeys the world with out being acknowledged,

you see people disregard him, and reject him. Essentially ostracizing him, Nor can a conversation be formed because he seems to be noxious. He some what resembles an immaculate individual that is arrogant, so you feel the need to perceive him as obnoxious. Honestly if you had gotten to know him you would be on point. You see they say the heart is the man in control although what fully takes control is the brain. Since the brain regulates me, I find it hard to seize, nor will I relinquish, I don’t feel the need to be on my knees.

Since time seems to flow.

My face seems to not glow.

Since my face can’t glow, I will not be able to grow. This only brings pain, pain that is not felt directly but stored within my cerebellum, see I vacillate a lot how could I be at fault, if I just told you I’m not the one in control. And since I’m not the once in control don’t take it personal when I don’t seem to communicate directly at you.